“Right. We’ll both promise not to get too deep, deal?” I held out my pinky and she reluctantly grabbed on with hers.
“Pinky swearing is so corny,” she sighed. I saw the smile playing on her lips and dancing in her eyes though.
“Still, it’s a valid form of contract,” I argued.
“If you say so, Matt. Hey, can I get your number before I leave for winter break? In case…you know…” She cleared her throat, unable to find the rest of her words.
“You need to talk?” I asked, knowing what she really meant. She didn’t want to miss me too much and the feeling was more than fucking mutual.
“Yeah, in case I need to talk.” She sucked in a breath and gave me that beautiful smile. Her lips were so damn sexy and she didn’t even realize it. We exchanged numbers and then stood there smiling at each other like assholes.
“What are you doing for the holidays?” Krissy asked as we packed up to leave. We’d spent an entire hour after school doing nothing but talking. No work got done at all.
“I’m going to see my family for Christmas Eve then I’m coming back on Christmas night. What about you?” I put folders in my bag and clicked it shut.
“Colton is coming over and we’re having our usual family Christmas. Maybe I can get fucked the right way,” she pouted. It took everything in me not to pin her to the wall and bite her lips then spank her for talking about another man fucking her. She thought Eve was a lucky bitch but clearly, Colton was the lucky one and he was the stupidest motherfucker in the world too.
“Don’t. Fuck. Him,” I growled. Krissy wore a startled expression but then it melted into an expression of desire. She hid it quickly but I still saw it seep through.
“And why not?” She retorted.
“He’s not making you cum. Why would you go through the trouble of even letting him inside of you?” I asked.
“Because maybe I can make myself cum if I imagined it was someone else fucking me?” It was my turn to be shocked. I blinked a few times and rubbed the back of my neck.
“Okay…well…I guess you know what you’re doing,” I chuckled.
“I guess so.” She nodded and grabbed her bag. “I’ll call you, Matt.”
“Please do.” I pulled at the hem of her skirt a little until she walked over to my outstretched arm and wrapped herself around me.
“Have a Merry Christmas,” she said softly.
“You too, baby girl. Hey, take a selfie with me. In case I forget your face.” I couldn’t imagine not seeing her face every day. It was pathetic as fuck but she indulged me. When I felt her lips on my cheek, I wanted to grip her delicate jaw in my fingers and kiss her. I used restraint though.
My throat was tight watching her leave. I set the stage for us to be just friends and I had to keep it that way even if she was going to turn eighteen in a couple of weeks. Legal didn’t equal morally sound. There were…rules.
I hated the fucking rules though.
**
Christmas with my family was more of the same. Nothing had changed much since I was a teenager. My brother Liam and I hid out on the deck, drinking and talking shit about our aunts and uncles.
“Enough of the stick up the ass brigade, what’s up, Matt? How’s the new job? Who’s the pussy of the moment?” Liam leaned his chair back on two legs and knocked off the rest of his tequila.
“A married woman. Hot as fuck. Clingy as fuck too.” I took a swallow of bourbon.
“Hot, married woman. Check. Who’s the husband, do you know?” His green eyes were darker than mine but they were the same shape. We got mistaken for twins all the time. Only I was the one with a job. Liam freeloaded off our parents.
“Her husband is the principal at my school.” That made my brother perk up a bit. A devious smile found his face.
“You’re shitting me. Matthew motherfucking Wilmore, you’re playing with Fire but I like it. You got a picture of her? I need to see the chick hot enough to make you risk your job.” He inched his chair closer to me. The frigid air bit at my fingertips as I swiped through pictures on my phone. I found one that Eve sent me of her in a lacy red bra.
“Shit, Matt…saying she’s hot is an understatement.”
“Yeah, I know.” I pushed my hand through my hair and took a drink from my cup. I tried to find another picture of Eve while Liam looked over my shoulder.
“Wait, wait, wait…” he snatched the phone from my hand and turned his back to me. “Who the fuck is this?” He held the screen up for me to see. I looked at the picture I took with Krissy and my chest squeezed.
“A student,” I growled snatching the phone back.
“Nah. That’s not a student, Matt. She’s bad. I can’t even see her whole body.”
“She’s not bad. She’s seventeen. Not one of these Instagram models for you to stare at,” I fussed.
“What’s her name?” Liam asked.
“Krissy,” I grumbled.
“Krissy without a last name?”
“Why do you want to know her last name?” I frowned.
“I want to see if I can find her IG.” I shook my head immediately.
“Liam, you are not looking up one of my students on Instagram.” I started to wonder what kind of pictures she had on Instagram though. I’d only ever seen Krissy in her Aspen Grove uniform. My mind was burning to see her in regular clothes.
“Lucas,” I blurted. In ten seconds flat, Liam had Krissy’s public profile pulled up.
“Goddamn, Matt. She’s bad. How old is she again and can you put me on?” He grinned.
“Liam I will smash your fucking face in.” I snatched his phone and spent ten minutes scrolling through her pictures. She had an eye for fashion and she was stunning in a way I didn’t get to see in class. She was stunning in a way that made me want to throw the rules out of the window.
“So the hot boss’ chick is the one you’re banging but Krissy is the one you love. Got it.” I hit the home button on Liam’s phone and handed it back to him.
“Do you hear yourself, Liam? She is a fucking student.” I poured myself another red cup full to the brim with bourbon. I didn’t really need it to warm me though. I was warm enough with the heat of anger coursing through me.
“Do you see yourself trying to lie to me right now? You have a picture of a student on your phone, kissing your cheek. When I comment on how bad she is you take my head off.
Look, big bro, I don’t know the story between you two but if you’re not fucking her then you definitely want to. You want to do a lot more than fuck her too.” His eyes pierced my lies and I was too drunk to hide it anymore. If I couldn’t be real with my brother, who could I be real with?
“I’m not fucking her, Liam. I don’t love her. I just…can’t stop thinking about her. I think she’s beautiful,” I confessed.
“She’s thick. And fine as fuck. We both have eyes, Matt.”
“She is. I’m seeing her in my fucking dreams now. I stayed late at work yesterday to talk to her. I always do.” Fuck, it did sound a lot like I had feelings for her.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say she wants you too. You do have my genes.”
I scowled at him, took another drink and said, “I can’t start fucking with Krissy. She’s a kid.”
“She’s not a kid, Matt. Never in my 25 years of life have I seen a kid shaped like that.”
“Liam, stop talking about Krissy’s body,” I growled.
“Sorry. I’ll shut up. She’s not a kid though. When does she turn eighteen?”
“First week of January,” I answered. Liam’s eyes sparkled in return.
“Go for it, bro.” I shook my head at him and glanced at my phone to see a missed call from Eve.
Good. I needed somewhere to put my cock since Krissy wouldn’t stop running through my mind. The same way she’d be thinking about me while she was with Colton, I’d be thinking about her while I was with Eve.
“That’s Eve calling now.” I pointed to my phone’s illuminated screen
. “I’m gonna leave before Mom and Aunt Diane get into it over who dated Dad first.” I stood up and hugged Liam.
“Yo, Matt…go for Krissy. She’s it,” he reiterated.
“Yeah, sure, Liam.” I shook my head at the audacity of it all. After I said my goodbyes to my family, I headed straight for The Moreau Estates.
**
Before I got out of the car, I checked my phone. I guess I was looking for a message from Krissy. I didn’t see anything though. Maybe I should text her Merry Christmas. It was nine at night but it was still Christmas.
Me: Merry Christmas, baby girl.
Krissy: Thank you, Matt.
Krissy: Merry Christmas to you too. How’s family time?
Me: I left. I’m kinda drunk. I’m at Eve’s house.
Krissy: Oh…have fun. Night.
The conversation turned to ice after that and I kicked myself for telling her where I was. We were just friends though. Still, I knew she liked me as much as I liked her. My fingers hovered over the QWERTY keyboard on the screen, ready to type another message to Krissy but a text from Eve came through instead.
Eve: Matthew, where the hell are you? I need you.
Me: I’m headed your way. Have the door open.
Eve: Side door?
Me: That works.
Side door for the side dick. Perfect.
I crept in because I noticed Palmer’s Jag in the driveway. Eve stood there in a silk red gown waiting for me. She looked amazing.
“Matthew, oh my God, it’s been so long,” she sighed and pressed herself against me.
“What’s up, Eve? Are you okay? Your text sounded urgent.”
“I’m fine I just miss this,” she grabbed my dick through my pants and I sighed.
“I thought something was wrong for a minute,” I frowned.
“No. It’s been too long though. I know it’s Christmas and I should be with my family but all I can think about is you.” I felt conflicted listening to her. She seemed to care about me and I kept brushing her off. It was fucked up. She was married though. I refused to get too deep.
“Come on,” she pulled me toward the reading room but I paused and looked at her striking gray eyes.
“Eve, I thought we were going to stop this sneaking around shit? What about the vacant mansion?” I made sure my lips were close to her ear so I wasn’t too loud.
“I know but it’s Christmas, Matthew. Did you really think I’d leave my home on Christmas? Raymond is in the wine cellar with some friends and I knew he would be out for a while so I called you. And you came…” She purred and slid her index finger down the side of my neck.
“Now, I’m questioning that decision,” I grimaced.
“Stop being like that. We’re wasting time.” She tugged me down the hall and no sooner than we’d crossed the threshold did Ray call out to Eve.
“Where are you?” I heard his booming voice coming closer. Eve and I locked eyes and she pushed me into a nearby closet once Palmer’s footsteps grew too close for comfort. “Ah, in your reading room? Come on, everyone is in the dining room.”
I was fuming. I was trapped in the fucking closet like a real-life R. Kelly video and Eve was talking to her husband like everything was fine. Like her lover wasn’t feet away.
“I’ll be there in a moment, dear. You know sometimes I need time away from everyone.” Her voice was phony and saccharine.
“I get it. Don’t be too long, Eve,” he said.
“I won’t,” she cooed.
I heard them share a kiss and I had to stifle my amused laugh. Once Ray was out of the room and on his way down the hall, Eve opened the closet door with a sigh. She rested her hand on her forehead and took my hand, pulling me out. I slid my hand from her grasp and folded my arms.
“Did you call me over here in the middle of Christmas dinner so I could fuck you? Then what? You were going to stuff me in here for God knows how long? This shit is old, Eve. You have good pussy but I’m over the stress.” I was fed up and nothing but honesty fell from my lips.
“What? Matthew, you don’t mean that. You’re just frustrated. I—I have to go show face at the dinner table for a few minutes, then I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom and we’ll talk. Stay right here, please.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my lips before dashing out of the reading room.
She was insane if she thought I was going to stay in that goddamn room while she had dinner. The moment I heard her talking, I left. I slipped out of the side doors and flipped off the corner house in the Moreau Estates.
**
KRISSY
Christmas with my family was amazing. I set aside my presents for Riri and resigned myself to the fact that I’d give them to her when we saw each other in school. My heart broke not being around my best friend. I knew she was lonely. It was like I could feel it.
I had a gift for Colton too…whenever he brought his ass over. He flaked on me time and time again and after a while, I stopped believing he’d come. Matt was right.
Colton couldn’t flake on Christmas though. He wouldn’t leave me hanging on such a special day. I sat curled up on the couch in the den, watching my little cousins play with new toys while my parents laughed and talked in the next room with my aunts and uncles.
I kept watching my phone for a text or a call. I was kind of down after Matt’s text. When he first told me Merry Christmas, my heart leaped into the roof of my mouth. Then he sent it crashing down in a fiery blaze when he said he was at Eve’s house. Lucky bitch.
Why did I care so fucking much about Matt? I looked forward to him every day. Every single day. Nothing felt better than hanging out with him, laughing and talking about everything.
“Colt!” I heard my dad’s voice boom happily. My skin tingled and I tried not to rush over to Colton. I snuck out of the den and made my way to the foyer where I heard them talking and laughing. A smile burned the corners of my mouth. I couldn’t wait to see him and I didn’t know why. I knew we were only fucking.
We hadn’t fucked since November but still…
My smile cracked falling into a million pieces on the marble floor when I saw Colton had a woman on his arm. He brought a fucking date. We locked eyes and he knew he was in deep shit.
Daddy turned around and smiled at me. “Mija, did you come to say hello to Uncle Colton?”
“No,” I snapped icily. I spun around with heaps of attitude and headed to the stairs. Nobody deserved to see me cry.
“Kris…” I heard Colton shout after me but I didn’t care. I was already upstairs and in the hall.
Colton caught me right before I slammed my door. He barged in, overpowering me with ease. He closed the door behind us and locked it. “Please don’t be mad, sexy,” he begged.
“Shut the entire fuck up, Colton. I should stab you right now. I’ve been going out of my way to see you but you kept flaking on me. Is that why? You couldn’t tell me you had someone new to fuck? Are you best friends with her father too? Did she call you uncle too? Was she stupid enough to think you cared?” Anger made my voice tremble.
“Krissy, she’s just something fun to do right now. You were something fun too and maybe I should have told you that.”
“Maybe you should have.” I wiped the tears before they could roll down my cheeks.
“Come here, punk.” He held his long, muscular arms open for me like I was supposed to actually go to him. Like he didn’t crush my ego and make me feel stupid. Like he didn’t ignore me and treat me like trash. Fuck him. I wasn’t touching him ever again in my goddamn life.
“Get out, Colton. Get the fuck out.” I felt my cheeks heat and I noticed Colton’s eyes flit to my face. He must have noticed too.
“I know you’re pissed. Don’t be too pissed though. I got you a present. I know you got me one too, sexy.” He moved closer and pulled me into a hug. His hands slid down to my ass and I shoved him back. I didn’t stop at one shove either. I kept pushing him.
“I said get out! If you didn’t want to fuck me a
nymore, you could have told me. You’re a bitch for that. You fuck your best friend’s daughter then avoid her?”
He smoothed a hand over his face and laughed a little baring those perfect teeth.
“Was I supposed to tell you I just wanted to see how good you felt since you were all grown up? You’re too young to get that,” he sighed.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I narrowed my eyes to slits and launched punch after punch, landing on his chest. He gripped my wrists but I snatched away. “You could have told me you didn’t want me anymore. I’m a big girl.”
“Right, because you’re being so mature right now. Got it. Remind me never to stick my dick in a seventeen-year-old again. No matter how sexy she is. It’s not worth the goddamn headache,” he seethed. My head felt like it would explode from the audacity of him. My muscles quaked with the need to physically let some steam off. Ideally I would have knocked Colton out but there was no way in hell that was a possibility.
“You know all I have to do is tell my father and he’d beat your ass for touching me, right?” I was about that life too. I knew it was petty but Colton was pushing my buttons like he had a degree in button pushing.
“Yeah, but we both know you’re not going to do that shit because once you calm down you’re going to miss this dick and you’ll let me back inside that pretty pussy.” I shoved his forehead back with two fingers and he sighed heavily.
“You never made me cum. Not once. Your dick is trash. Now get the fuck out of my room.” His ego must have been broken because he looked at me like I’d crossed some sort of invisible line. Fuck him and that line. Fuck his feelings too.
I didn’t care who knew about us right then, and I knew my parents would have questions. Colton fussed about me making things obvious but he waved a huge red flag by running after me when I stormed off.
I went downstairs and my father walked over to me. His eyes were unreadable. I could feel fire pouring off him though. He was pissed. I just didn’t know who he was pissed at.
“Kristabella, tell me what the fuck is going on with you and Colton.” Well, shit, he used both of our whole names so it was tough to tell who he was more pissed at. My heart knocked against my chest. I needed to leave that house. I needed air in my lungs. I needed to breathe.
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